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Saehtyn's expression changed drastically as soon as he sensed the sudden monstrous change within Fuhrer's attack. While he expected the old demon to ack quickly on his promise, he didn't expect the delivery to occur so rapidly. Therefore, Saehtnyn gave a grim look as a humongous axe appeared in his grasp.
Sweltering flas encapsulated the weapon as magma spewed from the edge of the axe's blade. Compared to his prior usages, it was clear that Saehtyn held nothing back as he sensed the dire threat of the incoming attack fueled by Fuhrer's Dominion.
Saehtyn t every attack with an unrelenting swing of his axe in the next mont. At first, his auctions seed promising, effortlessly shattering so of the incoming blades. However, Saehtyn quickly realized that his satisfaction was misplaced.
'What a disgusting attack,' Saehtyn thought to himself with a frown. He was in disbelief as witnessing the horrifying restoration of each blade with a re flick of Fuhrer's fingers. Evidently, his control over this power was much more troubleso than Saehtyn presud.
"What's the matter? Are you not the fellow who claid he could handle this power? If that is the case, I suggest you pull out all of the stops lest you suffer injury. Granted, there is no animosity between us, so I will not allow it to escalate that far," Fuhrer said, causing Saehtyn to gnash his teeth in anger.
It was true; he had brought this predicant upon himself by overestimating his ability. But, as a Lord who sat at the highest plateau of power within the current Demonic power infrastructure, Saehtyn felt he had sothing to prove. Thus, the surrounding atmosphere underwent a bizarre change as dreadful sparks flickered around his body.
The sparks were entirely different from Amduscias's Dark Lightning because they weren't related to lightning in the slightest. Instead of an energized sensation, these sparks contained a dreadful he that Fuhrer was quite familiar with. Admittedly, Fuhrer's power had forced Saehtyn to make a dangerous move―openly wielding Purgatory's Blood.
Despite the nurous confounding consequences of utilizing this power, Saehtyn felt he needed to understand his most desperate straits compared to Fuhrer's strength. Could he push his back if he put everything on the line? This curiosity drove Saehtyn to commit to his decision, increasing the amount of Purgatory forming around him by at least three hundred percent.
From specks of Purgatory's Blood, the sparks grew into clusters of flas resembling the crimson color of fresh blood, except there was a hint of dark and silver shadows interspersed throughout the crimson blood-like fla.
At the sa ti, the magma spewing from Saehtyn's axe adopted the sa appearance, releasing a terrifying that even Fuhrer had to comnd.
"That is quite the serious move you're making this. I guess you're taking this more seriously than I expected. However, there is sothing I need to ask you―what about your allies?" Fuhrer questioned.
"What about them?" Saehtyn responded, giving Fuhrer a complicated expression. Evidently, Fuhrer was aware of sothing if he asked this question. After all, this question wasn't geared towards the relationship of his allies but the safety of the individuals nearby.
"No reason to hide it. That power is destructive to both ally and foe―it doesn't distinguish between the two. This is why even demons of the distant past were reluctant to use it unless they fell into a dangerous situation with no other choice. Of course, this was only applicable to Demons of the Noblesse status and below," Fuhrer answered.
"I'd like to believe my control is impeccable when it cos to an amount well within my limits," Saehtyn readily responded. Although many uncertainties plagued his mind, his ability to control this power wasn't one of them. His extre limit was a thirty percent factor of the Purgatory's Blood destructiveness, but right now, it was only be used a twenty percent.
Hence, Saehtyn felt it was within reason to employ this tactic. After voicing his concerns, Fuhrer didn't address them again. He gave a simple nod before appearing before Saehtyn with a vanishing shadow trailing behind his figure.
However, Fuhrer's appearance possessed a stark difference when he reappeared. For starters, he appeared bulkier, as if his armor expanded twice as much as before. Additionally, another set of horns appeared on his forehead as a thin crimson layer coated Brynhildr.
"Then, let's test out your endurance with this ability," Fuhrer said in a deep voice before unleashing a heavy strike.
In response, Saehtyn retaliated with a double-handed downward swing of his axe, eting Fuhrer's blade right above his head. Upon collision, a massive shockwave of condensed heat spread outward, nearly reaching the zone of the Dakea Stronghold below.
Fortunately, the shockwave's montum dissipated just before reaching any of the buildings. This event was Fuhrer's doing as he suppressed the speeding shockwave by clutching his hand.
'I'll have to admit, his ability to keep the Purgatory's Blood from escaping his grasp even after a collision is excellent. Let's see what other matters he's capable of,' Fuhrer thought to himself as a pleased grin gradually crept onto his lips.
On the other hand, Saehtyn's eyes widened in horror, 'What is this sturdiness? He didn't move an inch despite my attack from above. Usually, that'd be enough to at least displace or disorient the enemy. I suppose I underestimated his raw strength; that sudden transformation wasn't just a ruse to hide his age. I fear he has genuinely amplified his power.'
Nevertheless, Saehtyn didn't allow Fuhrer's change to disrupt his montum. He delivered another attack just monts after their first collision, except this ti, the strike included a more intricate usage of Purgatory's Blood. The fla possessing liquid properties hardened around the blade of Saehtyn's axe as he slashed it forward, igniting several tiny sparks.
So of them were strong enough to land upon Fuhrer's armor, creating a prolonged sizzling noise which he surprisingly dismissed after a glance.
Suddenly, Fuhrer thrust his sword forward, prompting a considerable change in the Dominion surrounding them. Four dense tendrils originating from each cardinal direction detached from the Dominion's wall and fired towards Saehtyn the mont Fuhrer began his counterattack.
This multifaceted attack required all of Saehtyn's focus, as he analyzed the best way to avoid or defend against this attack. In the end, he concluded that evasion was almost impossible judging by the rapid changes in the attack's angle. Fuhrer would simply readjust the attack's trajectory to track his new position if he dodged.
Not to ntion, Saehtyn's wasn't sure about the highest speed this attack could muster. Saehtyn was forced to power through the attack with all the missing information, delivering an unrelenting barrage of slashes.
Not only did this sap his stamina at an alarming rate, Saehtyn soon learned that attacking these tendrils caused his movent to slow and his body to increase in weight gradually. Since Fuhrer's power was the ability of Suppression, touching his Dominion ant that the mont within would suffer indiscriminate pressure.
"Don't worry, boy. Losing isn't the end of the world. Besides, this demonstration shows you the power that the old demons had access to. With the right training, this power could be at your disposal as well. Isn't that exciting?" Fuhrer said with a slight chuckle.
Unfortunately, Saehtyn didn't wish to hear this right now. In response to his waning montum, Saehtyn chose to increase the fla's purity to twenty five percent. Although this was a hazardous move, he wanted to prove that this power wasn't omnipotent and could be overco.
Sadly, his defiance made Fuhrer chuckle, followed by another snap. With this movent, the number of tendril lashing against Saehtyn increased from four to ten. However, the destruction they unleashed didn't improve in the sa linear fashion.
After witnessing this, all of the Lords and even Xorgrah were forced to give up and watch from the sidelines as Saehtyn desperately defended against the overwhelming number of tendrils. But, the inevitable soon ca as Saehtyn was on the verge of losing control.
'No… This power has to have so type of weakness. Even if it doesn't, there should be so factor that's able to limit the worth of it,' Saehtyn thought. Truth be told, the reason for him being against the power of Auras and Dominion was linked to his inability to grasp one until now.
What's more, if he was unable to grasp it until now, then perhaps it was a power that was fated to elude his grasp. The realization that another demon could master this power and assu his role bore into Saehtyn's mind.
Once he noticed this, Fuhrer teleported before Saehtyn and flicked his forehead, canceling all of the abilities present. However, he didn't lose consciousness. "With the signs that are presenting themselves, I believe this demonstration is over."
"It was a decent fight, but you must understand when to admit defeat. This is a quality that both you and that other Lord share. Perhaps this is why your relationship is so sour. You two are more alike than you care to admit," Fuhrer said.
"Similar? I doubt that. I am my own person; there is no reason to compare to Lucifer," Saehtyn said as the axe in his grasp disappeared.
"I disagree, but you'll learn what I an in the future. Just rember to keep an open mind to my earlier suggestion. If you truly want to complete your power, then you'll have to supplent the weaknesses in your current ability," Fuhrer reminded.
Afterward, he teleported back to Apollo's side, with the Lords following shortly after.
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